I have already grew fond of the night that grew longer.
This cold in the desert is what I always had.
My storms grew hurricane from the depths of my mind.
Would you hold on to me if the darkness embraces me?

If I became cold as ice,
would your fire thaw me from this agony?
Would the sight of your forgiving smile, keep me warm?

When my stars fell from the sky, would you admire me still?
Do you dare, to make it or break it?

Let me down gently.
As I fear and tremble.

I am ashes produced by a volcano of constant despair.

Hold on to me, as I lose myself from this storm from the pain that which I never shared.

Tell me, do you dare?